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She followed the symbols drawn across his spine

tried to count them but they were infinite

“what do they mean?”

he could give no answer

his lips curved but there was

no answer

 

she traced the symbols drawn

across his spine with her subtle hands

moved to weave

herself into him

she pressed herself into him

 

joined with the rugged curves

of his body, he was there.

More than anywhere, she found him there.

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A Poem, For My Beloved

I loved him in the time of storms, the time of reckoning –

when the horn of Gabriel resounded over Heaven and Earth

Angels walked among men, and men among the Angels

it was the long awaited time of ancient prophecy

 

I loved him when it seemed the world would fall into disaster

when the earthquakes ravaged the land and the oceans rose,

when humankind did not know whether they would live or die forever

he was just like those storms –

furious, consuming, the energy of a thousand places

ruptured before my eyes when I beheld him

Man and God Goddess Creator

 

I saw him in my dreams and the astral planes

the visions of the all the lives I had forgotten,

I remembered him in the parallel realities

he was man and woman, unrivaled in beauty –

he became my Shiva when he danced.

He tore into the fabric of reality

destroyed and created with the swerve of his hips

he was Parvati, Durga, Kali come alive,

with the sweet gift of the beginning and the end.

 

I died, and took my first breath

in his sweet arms, surrendered to the tantra of his love

Kali’s dark and loving hands

He was her, and she was me,

I was him and he was me,

I remembered what I was, the glory of who I was

God Goddess Divine, Mother and Queen

 

My King is lovely, free as wind and water,

sharp witted and stubborn eyed

shy and reclusive, gentle and wise

formed in boundless, indefinable love

 

All it took was gazing into his eyes,

to remember that we are One.